I was doing it well before the Instagram account...
I went to the NGA on my last full day in D.C., and it was everything I could have hoped for. I ran into those same awkward guards from my first visit as a D.C. resident pretty much exactly three years beforehand. I received the sweetest compliment from a non-creepy security guard (didn't know the NGA had those!). I teared up as I said goodbye for now to my favorite paintings and sculptures.
And I snapped a few good pics:
The NGA is easily my favorite place in D.C. ... I'm so glad it provided endless crazy stories, too.
I count my friends here in D.C. among my family. You all have been there for me without ceasing. Do you remember how I moved here without a place to live, and I knew maybe 3 people? You took me in, and you befriended me. Do you remember the adventures we had? Oh, how we explored, how we camped and road tripped and dressed up for all sorts of parties. Do you remember the hard times? The times when others were cruel, but you were always there to make me smile. The times when I was job hunting, and you coached me through months of applications. The times when I was sick, and you made me better. The times when I was hurting, and you just knew how to comfort me. Do you know how much you helped me? I do. Do you know how much your examples have inspired me? I do. Do you know how much your love has comforted me? I do. I wouldn't be where I am or who I am today without all of my angel friends that I have met here in D.C. That's what makes this move so hard for me. I am so excited to see my family...but I am sorrowful to be leaving my family here. I feel so much misery at being extracted seemingly before my time, and certainly before I am ready. I don't know how to tell everyone. I don't think I could survive telling everyone. I had been fairly composed this week, but as soon as I told Michelle, it all came flooding out. And it didn't stop for the rest of the night. D.C. is my home. I never imagined a day where I would end up in Utah again, but I keep reminding myself that it's not permanent. I know, for whatever reason that I can't fully get my head around, that I need to do this. I also know that I will be able to come back home. I am moving, and I am leaving D.C. For now.